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About Me

La Maga TarotAs it happens, a brief introduction is necessary.

I am a writer, a reader, and a cartomancer, my name is Natalia and I was born in a small island in the Caribbean, surrounded by the lull of the waves, the curved grace of palm trees, and the sounds of music. As for education, my credentials are: I have an almost complete M.A. in Literary Theory and Criticism, with undergraduate studies in English Literature. But aside from degrees or half degrees, I am, first and foremost, a lover of books and literature. This is what drew me to the visual world of tarot, the semiotic/semantic adventure. I have been reading the cards ever since I held my first pack of cards, the black and white Hermetic Tarot deck.

I believe reading the cards offers an empowering adventure, as the images and the rhyme allow for the imagination to unfurl. They help refine the art of seeing in awareness, in the moment, the instantaneous revelation. The next step in this journey of mine with the cards is to share my vision with others, to help paint stories, answer queries and help others gain clarity through the cards.

My philosophy

I believe in the power of storytelling to help clarify the complex world we live in. Stories help anchor us, give us identity, and allows us to wade through the murky waters of all realities more effectively. I extend this passion for stories to the charm of cartomancy. Reading the cards is storytelling. Reading the cards is defining the moment and uncovering the plasticity of meaning. Life is never quite what we imagine, and the cards help illustrate the nuances, the poetry, the word that forges life. Tarot also aids in defining vague concepts, of life, love, money, in the language of images, which in turn brings transparency into our lives, our losses, our fears, our hopes, our loves, our desires, and our preoccupations.

With the cards I read and construct a narrative that opens doors, windows, and clears rooms.

To harden the earth
is a stone’s occupation–
till stone became
and flew. –Pablo Neruda

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